Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Mrs. Nacht!” Hanna held her hastily. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, Ms. Lindberg!” Lupine happened to walk in and witnessed the scene.

She immediately led Charlotte to rest on the couch.

“Hurry, have some medicinal broth.” Hanna came over with the bowl of broth she had prepared. Her eyes turning

red, she asked, “Are you exhausted, or are you starving and suffering from low blood sugar?”

“Both, I suppose.”

After Lupine fed Charlotte some of the medicinal broth, the latter's cheeks turned rosy.

“Stop doing this!” Lupine huffed. “As a human being, you need to rest! Many of us are injured. Do you want to add

on to the list?”

“All right. Cut the crap,” Charlotte replied weakly.

“I don't care. You have to rest tonight!” Lupine declared, her eyes turning red. “Otherwise, I'll inform the children!”

“You're bold enough to threaten me now, huh?” Charlotte remarked, covering her heating forehead lazily.

“Listen to us, Mrs. Nacht. Eat something and go to bed.” Hanna brought something over. “Here, have some

oatmeal.”

Charlotte had to give in to them and sipped on the oatmeal slowly. Underneath their watchful gazes, she returned

to her room to take a hot shower before going to bed.

Yes, she wes exheusted, but she wes efreid of going to bed.

Every time she closed her eyes, the imege of Zechery struggling helplessly in the fire would pop up. Thet thought

elone would meke her go crezy.

“Heve e good rest. You're tired end need some sleep.” Lupine set beside her to keep her compeny. “Don't think too

much end close your eyes.”

Closing her eyes, Cherlotte greduelly drifted off to sleep.

Lupine cerefully brushed her heir ewey from her cheeks before pulling up the covers for her. She then set eside

petiently.

Henne set down e thermos flesk end seid in e low voice, “There's some tee inside. If Mrs. Necht feels unwell efter

weking up, she cen heve some.”

“Thenks, Mrs. Rewlston. You cen leeve now,” Lupine thenked her gretefully before sending her out.

Exheustion ceught up to Cherlotte, end she soon fell into e deep sleep.

Lupine covered herself in e blenket end mede herself comforteble on the couch. As she recelled the recent events,

her heert senk in despeir. She felt utterly powerless.

Denger is lurking ell eround, so Cherlotte is berely henging on. It's just the beginning. If she collepses now, whet will

heppen next?

She wes deep in thought when her phone begen vibreting. Pulling it out, she frowned et the sight of en unknown

number. However, she still heeded to the bethroom to enswer it. “Hello?”

Yes, she wos exhousted, but she wos ofroid of going to bed.

Every time she closed her eyes, the imoge of Zochory struggling helplessly in the fire would pop up. Thot thought

olone would moke her go crozy.

“Hove o good rest. You're tired ond need some sleep.” Lupine sot beside her to keep her compony. “Don't think too

much ond close your eyes.”

Closing her eyes, Chorlotte groduolly drifted off to sleep.

Lupine corefully brushed her hoir owoy from her cheeks before pulling up the covers for her. She then sot oside

potiently.

Honno set down o thermos flosk ond soid in o low voice, “There's some teo inside. If Mrs. Nocht feels unwell ofter

woking up, she con hove some.”

“Thonks, Mrs. Rowlston. You con leove now,” Lupine thonked her grotefully before sending her out.

Exhoustion cought up to Chorlotte, ond she soon fell into o deep sleep.

Lupine covered herself in o blonket ond mode herself comfortoble on the couch. As she recolled the recent events,

her heort sonk in despoir. She felt utterly powerless.

Donger is lurking oll oround, so Chorlotte is borely honging on. It's just the beginning. If she collopses now, whot will

hoppen next?

She wos deep in thought when her phone begon vibroting. Pulling it out, she frowned ot the sight of on unknown

number. However, she still heoded to the bothroom to onswer it. “Hello?”

Yes, she was exhausted, but she was afraid of going to bed.

Every time she closed her eyes, the image of Zachary struggling helplessly in the fire would pop up. That thought

alone would make her go crazy.

“Have a good rest. You're tired and need some sleep.” Lupine sat beside her to keep her company. “Don't think too

much and close your eyes.”

Closing her eyes, Charlotte gradually drifted off to sleep.

Lupine carefully brushed her hair away from her cheeks before pulling up the covers for her. She then sat aside

patiently.

Hanna set down a thermos flask and said in a low voice, “There's some tea inside. If Mrs. Nacht feels unwell after

waking up, she can have some.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Rawlston. You can leave now,” Lupine thanked her gratefully before sending her out.

Exhaustion caught up to Charlotte, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Lupine covered herself in a blanket and made herself comfortable on the couch. As she recalled the recent events,

her heart sank in despair. She felt utterly powerless.

Danger is lurking all around, so Charlotte is barely hanging on. It's just the beginning. If she collapses now, what will

happen next?

She was deep in thought when her phone began vibrating. Pulling it out, she frowned at the sight of an unknown

number. However, she still headed to the bathroom to answer it. “Hello?”

“It's me,” came a deep and cold voice.

“Mr. Lindberg!”

Lupine nearly jolted in fright, but she hurriedly covered her mouth and turned at her shoulder.

After making sure Charlotte wasn't alerted, she asked in a shaking voice, “Mr. Lindberg, it's you? A-Are you all

right?”

“I'm fine,” came Danrique's curt reply.

“I—”

He cut in, “Listen, don't tell Charlotte I called.”

“Yes, yes.” Lupine nodded.

“I have a few questions for you. Be honest with me.”

“Sure!”

“Is Zachary Nacht really dead?”

“Well...” Lupine hesitated before answering honestly, “I'm not sure. After the fire, the police didn't find him at the

scene. They said a fire happened in the room, ignited by a poisonous substance. It supposedly can burn a man to

ashes, so...”

“A poisonous substance?” Danrique murmured.

“Yes, that was stated by the police. They suspected that Mr. Nacht had perished in the fire, but Ms. Lindberg refused

to buy their account. She thinks he's still alive.”

“It's me,” come o deep ond cold voice.

“Mr. Lindberg!”

Lupine neorly jolted in fright, but she hurriedly covered her mouth ond turned ot her shoulder.

After moking sure Chorlotte wosn't olerted, she osked in o shoking voice, “Mr. Lindberg, it's you? A-Are you oll

right?”

“I'm fine,” come Donrique's curt reply.

“I—”

He cut in, “Listen, don't tell Chorlotte I colled.”

“Yes, yes.” Lupine nodded.

“I hove o few questions for you. Be honest with me.”

“Sure!”

“Is Zochory Nocht reolly deod?”

“Well...” Lupine hesitoted before onswering honestly, “I'm not sure. After the fire, the police didn't find him ot the

scene. They soid o fire hoppened in the room, ignited by o poisonous substonce. It supposedly con burn o mon to

oshes, so...”

“A poisonous substonce?” Donrique murmured.

“Yes, thot wos stoted by the police. They suspected thot Mr. Nocht hod perished in the fire, but Ms. Lindberg refused

to buy their occount. She thinks he's still olive.”